Post-nap Activities

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A low but insistent rumbling in his stomach pulled Spike back into consciousness. He had been dreaming of a park he had liked to frequent while still alive, where he used to sit for hours on a bench and compose terrible poetry about the glory that was Cecily. That he had been writing the poetry for a different object of his affections in his dream didn't make him feel much better about that aspect of himself.

Despite his dissatisfaction over the dream, Spike was warm and comfortable. His head was pillowed on Wesley's chest, and he had Wesley's steady, slow heartbeat loud in his ear. He kept his eyes shut and attempted to fall back to sleep, but his hunger only grew as he lay there. He felt much less sore than he had earlier, but he clearly needed to replace the energy that healing had spent.

He tried to pull away gently to go have some blood and then slip back into bed, but Wesley's arms tightened around him as Spike moved.

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"I'm sure I can find it. Now stop talking and go to sleep." With a final squeeze to Wesley's shoulder, Spike slid out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. He easily found the blood in the still quite empty refrigerator and poured it into a mug, which he set in the microwave to heat.

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Wesley waited until he thought that Spike had gone into the kitchen before rolling onto his back again and stretching luxuriously. He wasn't particularly sleepy, but it did feel rather decadent to lounge in bed like this. After a moment, he tucked both hands behind his head and blinked lazily at the ceiling, just enjoying being comfortable and waiting for Spike to come back.

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The pig's blood tasted even more foul than usual in comparison with the small taste of Wesley's Spike had had earlier - he shoved that thought out of his head as quickly as it arrived - but it was good enough to quell the worst of his hunger. In the privacy of the kitchen, he inspected his cracked ribs and the tender spot on the back of his head and was pleased to find them somewhat improved. If he didn't get into another fight, they'd probably be gone by morning.

Spike rinsed out his mug when he was done and padded back to the bedroom, eager to crawl into bed and curl around Wesley again. When he saw that Wesley was awake and looking up at the ceiling, he leaned in the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're not sleeping."

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"No, but I still want you to come back to bed." Wesley looked at Spike hopefully.

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Spike couldn't see any reason to argue, so he got back under the covers and slid over toward Wesley until they were touching again. His brief trip to the kitchen had sucked much of the heat from Spike's skin, and Wesley felt nicely warm in comparison.

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Wesley wrapped himself around Spike, one arm and one leg thrown over the vampire as he pulled him in closer. He nuzzled at Spike's ear and murmured, "I assume you found everything all right?"

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Pleased and still a bit surprised by how Wesley curled back around him with no hesitation, Spike smiled and settled comfortably in his arms. "There's not much in the kitchen for the blood and a mug to hide behind." His voice was warm and teasing.

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"I suppose not." Wesley smiled. He was aware that he needed a shower quite desperately, but he had no intention of getting up just yet. In a few minutes, perhaps. "I'd still like to come with you tonight."

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Spike lost his smile at the reminder that he had to go out; he wasn't hopeful that he would find anyone he knew, and he still didn't have any plan for how to get money or what to do with himself in the future. "I wouldn't mind the company, but it's fine if you want to stay here. You've had a rough couple of days."